DOING WHATS BEST

     We made a huge decision on the 15th of June to place the home we built together 7 years ago up for sale.  This was one of the hardest decisions made in years.  All of the questions that come with selling and buying a home fall in line with one giant fear; how will this effect our son.  The sign is up in the yard and the house is being shown often.

     For the last 13 years we have made daily and lifetime plans firstly based on the precious gift granted to us on a very sunny April day in 2000.   I am continually surprised at how many parents live life without considering the impact of their decisions on the kids.  I will not preach, those of you who know me and us know my mantra:  CHILDREN ARE GIFTS NOT A GIVEN.

Carson & Mabel

     Challenges abound with a move this time in our life.  We have to consider our son, the size of a new home and lastly how far from our parents will we end up.  Our son is 12 years old, has attended school with the same group of kids since kindergarten.  Carson has a great little world compared to so many kids his teachers our neighbors and his class mates are all aware and respectful that Carson has two dads.  The fears of taking Carson and even ourselves out of such a safe and comfortable place weighs heavy on our heart and is pretty scary.  What about the new place?  How much land is to little or much? How many square feet can we comfortably live within?  How old is too old and lastly how much of a fixer upper is to much of a fixer upper?  Our parents are aging and the past few years have proven that this is not the time to be real far away.  Will moving more than half an hour or so as we are now from them now prove to be a real burden on us later when we may be called on to fill in and care for there special needs and care?  All of this said I can still honestly say that we area excited about our future and the possibilities it promises to bring.  I will try to blog about our adventures as much as possible.

     One want to say how wonderful my loving family has been to me since Humpty Dumpty had his great fall on the 4th of July.  To keep you in the loop it went something like this: (Are you sure this ladder is stable?)  My macho and unappreciative response was: (YES as I shook the ladder.)  The next thing said was: (Oh Know! Ron call 911 now.  Oh my gosh it hurts, call 911, I think its broken.)  Well to make a long story short; I started up the bi-fold ladder and it collapsed under me and as I cam down with it I fell backwards and broke my ankle in 2 places and also broke a bone in my foot.  Have many torn muscles and ligaments.  I was taken to the emergency room by ambulance.  After visiting with several specialist I was very happy to here that if I truly promised to not place my foot on the floor for 3 months I could avoid surgery.  I took the oath and have a cast from my knee to my toes and I have not broken any of the doctors rules.  My poor guys have been run ragged caring for me.  I have managed to go for several days without any pain medication and when I do hurt I have been using over the counter medications. Visit the doctor again this coming Tuesday and I am looking forward to getting a new cast and hopefully getting to scratch all my itches before the new cast is places.

     I am looking forward to getting the use of my foot back and getting back to canning, and gardening.  Life is tough sometime but its always interesting.

E pluribus unum